The crying burden of our day,
Is for men, mature in the faith,
Ripened in the Word and sated by the Spirit,
Through a vitalized life of prayer.
To meet the perilous times now at hand.
When the battle is joined, triumph rides
In the empowered atmosphere of prayer.
A mordant, diseased heart
Is no more fearful symptom of death,
Than the non-praying are of spiritual atrophy.
For the prayer closet is the Garden of the Faith;
Rooting deeper and readier in prayer soaked ground,
Sowing the seeds of holiness, godliness, and endurance,
Amid a passion to declare the Word of God
To a corrupt and dying world.
"Therefore said He unto them,
'The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few;
Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest,
That He would send forth
Labourers into the harvest'."
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